I have become used to death. In January 1992, I was asleep in my bedroom when I was awoken by a loud noise. I went across the hall and opened my brother's bedroom door to ask if he had heard something. He had blown his head off with his gun. I can still see that scene even today.
In February 1995, my father dropped dead with a heart attack. I couldn't revive him ,even after 10 years of first responder training.
My beloved mum, died of liver failure 03 August 2014.
My wife and I were married for 18 years, 39 days. She had had a series of strokes. She passed away 27 November 2014. 2014 was a lousy year.
I had a dream a couple of years ago. I was riding a bike back in the place where my brother and I were children. I could tell someone was riding a bike next to me, but I could not see them. Suddenly, I hear Tim say, "It's ok," and he peddled past and away from me.
I knew my parents were Christians, but wasn't sure about my wife.
I prayed and prayed for her soul. I asked God to please let her be in his presence. This went on for months. Then, one evening, a thought came to me. Literally, it came TO me, not I thought it. It said, "your wife was in a coma for a week before she passed, we had a long conversation during that time. " I felt a peace wash over me. I think my wife is ok.
I stay busy to leave our children something. As far as I'm concerned, I'm still married. I don't want to date anyone. I don't want to "replace" my wife. I have been knocked down all my life and learned to get back up , wipe the bloody nose, and keep fighting. my motto is an old Army saying: "Charlie Mike" = Continue Mission. +CK+
In February 1995, my father dropped dead with a heart attack. I couldn't revive him ,even after 10 years of first responder training.
My beloved mum, died of liver failure 03 August 2014.
My wife and I were married for 18 years, 39 days. She had had a series of strokes. She passed away 27 November 2014. 2014 was a lousy year.
I had a dream a couple of years ago. I was riding a bike back in the place where my brother and I were children. I could tell someone was riding a bike next to me, but I could not see them. Suddenly, I hear Tim say, "It's ok," and he peddled past and away from me.
I knew my parents were Christians, but wasn't sure about my wife.
I prayed and prayed for her soul. I asked God to please let her be in his presence. This went on for months. Then, one evening, a thought came to me. Literally, it came TO me, not I thought it. It said, "your wife was in a coma for a week before she passed, we had a long conversation during that time. " I felt a peace wash over me. I think my wife is ok.
I stay busy to leave our children something. As far as I'm concerned, I'm still married. I don't want to date anyone. I don't want to "replace" my wife. I have been knocked down all my life and learned to get back up , wipe the bloody nose, and keep fighting. my motto is an old Army saying: "Charlie Mike" = Continue Mission. +CK+
